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Le mo chearcall 's mo chuman
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With my hoop and my bucket
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Thug mi 'n turus bu dìomhain
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I made a most futile visit
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Dhan tobair 'n-diugh moch-thrath
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To the well early this morning
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'S neach eil' air a dèabhadh
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Which someone else had already drained
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Tobair, tobair, sìolaidh
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Well, well, settle
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Tobair, tobair, sìolaidh
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Well, well, settle
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Tha nighean an rìgh ag iarraidh deoch
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The king's daughter needs a drink
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Deoch rìoghail dhi na h-ìotadh
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A regal drink to quench her thirst
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'S na èireadh sàl o d' ìochdar
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And may brine never come from your depths
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B' e seo a' bhun-obair
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What work this is
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Feitheamh tobair gun drùgh innt
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Waiting by a well which contains nothing
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'S mo bhuntàta gun phriogadh
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Meantime, my potatoes are not pricked
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'S mo mhòine gun rùghadh
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Nor is my peat lifted
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Thig a dhìle bho mhaduinn
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Flood may come in the morning
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Thig a dhìle bho oidhche
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Flood may come in the evening
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Cuir le fìor-uisg air flod i
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Make it float with fresh spring water
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Mo thobair, 's thoir dhuinn uisg'
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My well, and give us water
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Tha mo shnìomh agus m' fhighe
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My spinning, my weaving
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Tha mo nighe gun dèanamh
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And my washing are not yet done
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'S mi an seo na mo shuidhe
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And yet I continue to sit here
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Nuair dh'fhaodainn bhith gnìomhach
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When I could be busy working
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Tha mo chrodh gun am bleoghan
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My cows are not milked
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'S cha togte mo mhìosan
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And my milk basins are not lifted
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Agus m' uachdar 's a' mhuighe
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My cream is in the churn
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'S mo ghruitheam gun dèanamh
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And my crowdie is not made
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Tha na fir am Beinn Chailean
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The men are on Beinn Chailean
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A' bearradh nan caorach
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Shearing the sheep
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'S agam-sa 'n-diugh fhathast
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And I still have to go
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Dhol dhan an tràigh mhaorach
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To the shore for shellfish today
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Dh'fhàg mi bhò anns na claisean
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I left the cow at the ditches
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'S goididh fochunn air fath i
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Where she will steal the new growth of young corn
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Dh'fhàg mi cas-ghoil a' phrais air
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I left the pot boiling hard
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'S mòr m' eagal gun tràigh i
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I greatly fear that it will boil dry
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Dh'fhàg mo chagaran lurach
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I left my beautiful baby
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'S chreathaill na shuain mi
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Sound asleep in his cradle
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Chan urrainn mi fuireach
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I cannot wait any longer for you
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Nas fhaide riut, fhuarain
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Spring of fresh water
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